How do we feel about shoplifting?

Re: How do we feel about shoplifting?

Originally Posted by algunz

I'm guilty.

...i once was caught at target jacking a bunch of dvd's(I was deep in a drug twist and needed cash...bad times.). the security ended up meeting me in the parking lot and i made a run for it. one of them tackled me sending me to the ground headfirst splitting my chin wide open. so they dragged me back through target to the loss prevention office with blood pouring from my chin onto the freshly waxed floor with all these customers looking at me while i was screaming "look what these faggots just did to me!someone call the fucking cops"...well they did, and they came, and since i was a minor at the time they released me back to my mom instead of hauling my dumbass to jail. a couple of weeks later i got the summons from the state with the projected fine which i expected but then i got a letter from targets headquarters stating that i had to pay them a fine of 600.00. i wrote them back stating that they should fuck themselves and that i wasnt paying shit and that i would threaten to sue them on behalf of the 'overzealous methods' used by their security detail at the store... pretty much trying to start a pissing match, this worked pretty well with the letters i wrote to the UN and PBS but i wasnt expecting much leniancy from target. well expecting a letter with some sort of "no, were gonna sue you!" statement, i was surprised to find an apology and theyre choice to drop all fines against me...im glad that experience happened because it sparked off a chain of events that would lead me to get off the hard drugs i was on...but shoplifting is fucking stupid and i will never do it again...

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That is so fucking funny! Who the fuck do they think they are trying to fine you $600? Where did they come up with that figure? How the fuck were they going to enforce this fee by sending out there football team on you? I hate Target completely. I've never shoplifted in my life but if I ever have to it will be from them.
I dated a clepto once. She couldn't walk into any establishment without jackin something. It got quite annoying being that she was under 18 at the time & I wasn't. Guilty by association, I'd been behind bars for something she stole if she'd been caught.

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i am guilty of shoplifting also. but now that i am older i am against it. we should all hang our heads in shame. nah forget it, just dont do it anymore. i used to go into gas station stores as a kid and buy a soda and stuff things insidde of it. it was pretty funny.

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At one point I got an addiction to it when I was working at a certain wholesale company.

That ended pretty bad. They called me up to there lost prevention office one day. Had a bunch of tapes and folders on the table in front of me.

"We know what you have been up to Lowfront. We have been doing a investigation on you the last 2 months"

I stumbled pretty bad

They told me that they had witness that saw me take some stupid $50 item. So I just admitted to that thinking it would be a sorry here's the $50 bucks I owe you.

But it wasn't that. They knew I took a lot more and one item in particular that was very valuable. They tried very hard to get me to admit to it. And to be honest I really can't believe I didn't because they were good at there jobs.

If anyone has ever been in this sort of situation knows that they can practically get you to admit to something you didn't even do they're so nuts.

Anyways they called the cops and they came, asked me if they wanted to press chargers

Yes

And I got escorted out passing by the guard at the door I managed to fool big time with my hole steal fest.

Went to court thinking they had me screwed with all these video tapes thought I was going to get grand larceny.

Worst 3 months of my life waiting for that court date.

Ended up needing to just pay the $50 for the thing I admitted too.

Lesson of the day.....Don't steal

I haven't since and it actually took me a while to get over the addiction

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My worst crime has probably been stealing hundreds of dollars worth of bras and underwear when I worked at Mervyns in high school.

My most daring was probably stealing cartons of cigarettes from the duty free stores on the ferries traveling around Europe. That would have sucked to get caught and be by myself thousands of miles away from home.

I'm getting better, but I still stumble occasionally and give in when the opportunity presents itself. I carry some guilt, but not a lot - Does that make me a bad person?

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Re: How do we feel about shoplifting?

I used to do a lot of it, probably the most interesting occasion actually taking place at a Barnes and Nobles. At the time my friends and I had taken to heading there whenever we were bored and just sitting around and reading for hours. One day I went to the bathroom in the back of the store, past the manager's office, and noticed that just beyond the bathrooms was an emergency exit door.

This strip mall was a big U shape with no breaks in it and the Barnes was all the way at the furthest tip of the U. Lightbulb went off, I got my buddy Sprak and we drove around the back of the place. Sure enough, there was the clearly marked Barnes and Nobles emergency exit door. So we went back inside and picked out every book we could possibly want at the time--30, 40, I dunno how many but enough that when I held them with my arms fully extended they came up to my chin. Sprak would wait out back, car running, back door open, and I'd just stroll through the exit and dive in the back and we'd take off.

Well, there was something I didn't know about the emergency exit bars on those doors--you have to push quite hard against them for them to actually pop the door open. So I hefted this huge stack of books, strolled right past the manager's office and bathrooms and used my back to just press up against the emergency bar, assuming that it would give way.

It did not, but the alarm did go off, loud as a motherfucker. Panic set in, I dropped all the books and just started walking for the front door. Things still wouldn't have been that bad had a dude in a shirt and tie come out of the manager's office (manager, I assume) and told me to "Stop right there!" I was only 16 or so and still very much not interested in ever being arrested, so I just looked at him briefly while continuing to walk and shook my head "no." Then as I'm starting to actually get out into the bookshelf area he came up from behind me and grabbed me by my left arm from behind, trying to spin me around.

I decided to go with the spin and with the help of a shitload of adrenaline slammed my right hand into his nose on my way around. It must have been broken 'cause in my mind's eye I can see the blood squirting out to both sides from the instant my hand made contact. He sat the fuck down right quick, and I resumed my brisk but hopefully still incognito beeline for the front door.

Got outside without further incident thanks to the limitless truth that is "you can get away with it if you just act like you're supposed to be doing it." But once outside I faced a new problem--Sprak was waiting in a now clearly indentifiable getaway car on the opposite side of this store, but in order for me to get to him I had to run ALL the way around the U. I was scrambling through the parking lot, zigzagging inbetween rows of parked cars as I kept seeing the security cars headed in the direction I'd just come from. It was really quite a significantly long distance to have to run in such a state, especially given how much I hate and am bad at moving quickly for any length of time.

Finally I came around to the back side of the U and did the best I could to full-throttle sprint the few hundred yards I had to go to Sprak. At some point I got it into my head that it would be smarter to run up on the grass hill behind this access road since there was a thick forest of trees right there, and that way if security should come up behind me real quick I could make for the wilderness. I was still up there when I eventually made it to that furthest point of the U and could see Sprak, oblivious as always, moving shit around in the backseat of his ride with both driver's side doors open.

I was brutally out of breath and my sprint had been reduced to a desperate Marathon Man-style plodding. I tried my best to scream at him, waving my arms in the air, but as always he was completely ignorant of the world around him. Just as I was nearing a couple of dumpsters surrounded by a concrete wall only fifty yards away from the car and safety, I saw the red and blue lights striking the tree line on the far side of the U.

Quickly surveying the situation, Sprak was fucked and I needed to hide, and thanks to the height of the hill I was running along I managed to leap a remarkable distance, plant one foot on the top of that concrete wall and dive headfirst into an open garbage dumpster.

I spent about a half hour lying in the dumpster as quietly as possible, listening to Sprak make up idiotic excuses to the police interrogating him RIGHT next to the concrete wall. "Oh, I was just, like... racing my car back here, Officer." But I guess they had no option but to let him go despite being a dumb fuck, and I climbed out of the rank dumpster no longer so afraid but without any ride and smelling like garbage.